Part Four

A9lan why would he stalk me that way? It must be a weird coincidence with that car... T3awatht min ishai6an, and went inside the house to greet the ppl that I hated so much..

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It was a horrible day. Those show offs won't stop their habit of glaring at everything and ANYTHING. I tried to take my grandma's advise as much as I can: just act cool. "Bas mama 3oda shloun!! Shoofay nathrat'hum shloun 5aysa!! Tabeeni askit?!" She would just smile and give me a lecture about patience and how rabbi bya5ithli 7aggi minhum. But that was never me. I like to do things myself... physically :$ But that day, I just contained myself and flashed smiles at whoever was looking; I had a more important topic on my mind. My mind drifted back and forth through today's events. Was I caring too much about it? Or was this really happening? I've always wished for a love story, but I also always beleived that such stories only existed in fairy tales. La7tha shyab 6ari love bithab6?? 7addi mista3eela... Ifff..

I was the last to leave grandma's house. On the way back, I made sure than there was no black porsche, and no car of any color or type stalking me. I arrived home to find an empty garage. 5alti sara usually stays late at her parents' place. Baba must be somewhere with his friends.

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I was exausted. So were 5aloodi and faroo7a, thank God. I put them to bed and went to my room. I changed into my pj's; a white spaghetti strapped top with hugging teddy bears, and matching shorts. I tucked into bed, diving into my pillow. I just wanted to doze off, I was tired of thinking all day. Even though wut happened wasn't much, but it made me happy. My mind swifted into sleep, remembering his smile...

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A few days passed, normally. I didn't see any more signs of that guy. Looks like I was too tired that day and was hallucinating more than I should've! I got back to my normal life: agoom i9ib7 get ready for ilkulliya, dress faroo7a for school, drop her off, and then off to uni! Of course on the first day back, ma3ali interrogated me like hell.

Ma3ali: yalla i3tarfay shimsawya

Me: shino?!

Ma3ali: lemma daggait 3alaich wintay 6al3a bil 3eed. Ashkara kan fe shay! Yalla goolay goolay

I involuntarily blushed. Shako?! Ya3ni lazim afashil 3umri jidamha?!?!

Ma3ali: haaa.. Ashoof ilwayh mu3abbir.. Goolay goolay yalla

Me: waay ubbay shfeech.. A9lan mako salfa

Ma3ali: ashkara chathaba

Me: ifffff.. Yoba ee fe salfa zain?

Ma3ali: ee zain.. Yalla gooleeha :D

Me: lol...inzain...

I told her in detail wut happened that weird day. She was excited to hear it; over-excited in fact...

Ma3ali: inzain oo waina al7een?!

Me: ib bait'hum.. Shdarani ana. Min youmha ma shifta again.

Ma3ali: la wallah? 3ugub kil hatha 5ala9 mako shay?

Ohwa it wasn't really mako shay, but I didn't want to say cuz I wasn't really sure. I've seen that car so many times more after that. 3ind baitna, bil parking mal uni, 3ind grandma's. But never did anything happen. It was making me go mad. Why is he following me around if he isn't going to make a move? Ya3ni mo ma3qoola 9idfa ba3ad inna that car is everywhere I go, I memorized the plate number so I wouldn't mistaken it for another car.

Its been a month 3ala hal 7ala, I would catch him following me at least 5 or 6 times a week. Bas its making me feel.. I don't know wth its making me feel!! Ya3ni tikfa lay mita? Why aren't u doing ur next move oo tfikni!! Or stop doing this all together!! I just couldn't take it anymore. Am tired of thinking about him, missing him when a day passes without catching a glimpse of him or his car. It turned into an obsession; my unknown escort.

And one day I had had enough. I was waiting in my car for class. Mali 5ilg ag3ad wiyya anyone or hear anyone talk. I was looking through my notes, as if it was a review for my quiz. I wasn't really seeing the pages in front of me, just flipping through the pages; something to keep my hands busy. A car parked beside me; I didn't look up. I was too into my thoughts for any distractions; was I really missing him? Am I actually mad that 2 days had passed since I'd seen him? I turned in my seat to reach for my bag, and here was the surprize. Right beside my car, a few feet away from me, was the car I so longed to see: the black porsche. I was filled with emotions; I was happy that he's here, sad that it had turned into a horrible addiction, and I was longing to see the handsome face behind those darn blackened windows.

I was too overwhelmed. I wasn't thinking straight. I took out a pen from my bag. My hand was shivering. I decided to end this misery, whether with a happy ending or whatever, this mess am in is going to end. I flipped to a new page in my notebook. I wrote in my neatest writing (aham shay inna I care how he thinks of my handwriting):

Please, u either stop this, or DO something worthy. Thank u.

I folded the note. I was thinking real quick. Was this wrong? Wut if this was all coincidence? Wut if I got this all wrong? I didn't know wut to do. I had to decide real quick, there was 5 minutes til class. I decided to go through with it. I opened my car trying to steady my breath. I looked at myself in the reflection of my car. Good. Now do it. I walked around my car so that I was between mine, and his. I looked at the blackness, where I imagined his face would be. Shako ta'3yeem ya3ni? I couldn't see a thing. I looked around. No one. I quickly tucked my letter in the door handle. I gave the blackness another glare. I wish I could just get a glimpse. But no, nothing.

I sighed, and turned my back on the car, on my way to go to my quiz, (which I know i'll write nothing sensible in) wondering if wut I did was considered sane, or otherwise....